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Timothy Donnelly has this poem--

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totally switching gears-- has
this poem called "Malamute,"

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in The New Yorker.

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And he did an
interview with it--

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about that poem--
and talked about how

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the line happened for him.

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And so this is definitely a
poem after Timothy Donnelly,

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thinking about a line that can
kind of trigger a whole thing.

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So it's lyric.

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I have no idea what it's
about, so don't ask me.

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"Against Storm,
Against Glib Thunder,

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After Timothy Donnelly."

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"When I was the red
umbrella, her lover,

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I made a precision of hoist.

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We understood stairs, my girl.

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We waited the hall,
its curse, 'til

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the sky undid clouds,
uncoiled in loose slip of rain

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and I waited for the first
hushed sun to pattern

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after a harp above her, a
sure sign of song as tarp,

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a sun against patter,
against storm,

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against glib thunder rumble,
against chatter, we rubbed.

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When I was the red
umbrella, her lover,

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I made a precision of hoist and
sold metal as a system of limb,

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as a static frigate to keep
red gular pouch above her,

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so she might know love as
cover, such awkward inflation

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and swarm below her that she
might know the egg of warmth,

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a nest of articulating spread.

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Without rust.

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Without the gait of heavy chest
to lift her off in the sun.

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When I was the red
umbrella, her love,

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I made a precision
of hoist among her.

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I stood down when she
had an army of metals,

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when she claimed command, armed
with finches, mad with rain.

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I would never invade
any cover for shelter.

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I never put her
country at thirst.

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I wanted to leave
ranks loved, or wet,

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depending on the map on which
artillery she wanted posed.

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I snapped, whenever.

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Whenever she snapped.

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When I was the red
umbrella, her love,

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I made a precision of hoist.

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And got so good you
couldn't see me erect.

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Prone, I arched like the snake
of a vine, the bank of a tree

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limb.

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I gathered moisture
from air and I put buds

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in her black wrath of hair.

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I wanted all bees
to swim us, roped

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through breeze, our spiny ribs
licked into a sway of combs

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they stung to.

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I wanted us open.

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So she could see my drapes."

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